Healer-boy

Instead of responding directly, he turned it around to her, asking if she was considering it. She didn’t want to be their monkey, dancing to their tune as they offered the gift of freedom, only to snatch it away at the last second. She’d been hurt enough, hadn’t she?

She didn’t respond immediately, but as they worked together to strip the beds, his next words did make her snort. “I’d take the last two. Bure surely you know how the last one works, don’t you healer-boy?” She asked, slipping into a serious, almost worried tone. As if afraid for his education.


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